Poeme : This Perfect Cycle

I went somewhere
I go where i want
It’s my somewhere
And i walk by the way
Like i so love to say
This is our ground
We step on our grass if we want
Enough manure for this part

The most beautiful bird in the world
It just hit the window
We will all cry for it
And salted water will form a river
Where the animals will live in peace
And then the time has come to freeze
We will breath a cold breeze
And drink our hot chocolate
Like we know we control our fate
But nothing is real
Our fate is sealed
The beautiful bird will feed the grass
This perfect cycle

i wɑ̃ sɔmεwəʁə
i ɡo wəʁə i wɑ̃
itεs mi sɔmεwəʁə
ɑ̃d i walk bi tə wε
likə i so lɔvə to sε
tiz- is uʁ ɡʁund
wə stεp ɔ̃n- uʁ ɡʁasz- if wə wɑ̃
ɑ̃nuɡ manyʁə fɔʁ ti paʁ

tə mɔst botifyl biʁ ɛ̃ tə wɔʁld
it ʒyst it tə wɛ̃dɔw
wə wij al kʁi fɔʁ it
ɑ̃d saltεd wate wij fɔʁm a ʁive
wəʁə tə animal wij livə ɛ̃ pəasə
ɑ̃d tɛ̃ tə timə-as kɔmə to fʁizə
wə wij bʁəat a kɔld bʁizə
ɑ̃d dʁɛ̃k uʁ o ʃɔkɔlatə
likə wə knɔw wə kɔ̃tʁɔl uʁ fatə
byt nɔtiŋ is ʁəal
uʁ fatə is səalεd
tə botifyl biʁ wij fid tə ɡʁas
ti pεʁfεkt siklə